Travelling to music
Pulled into Euston station with Pachabel's Canon pouring into my ears like molton gold, lifting me up to soar effortlessly over the world, then solidifiying, exploding through the mind, overriding the senses. Words are inaquedate to describe the beauty of music.
I cannot think of a better way to end a journey.
Now to completely change the tone, tilting trains are incredibly wierd – looking out the window gives me the unnerving feeling that I am actually on a rollercoaster, and made me feel a little motion sick – something that only coaches (and for some perculiar reason, first person shooter computer games) have managed to achieve in the last 8 or so years.